Saving His Broken Mate

Chapter 25

I don't know whether I should look at my stomach with a smile, or cry at the sight of it. I am a selfish mama wolf, I know. But when I've been subjected to hundreds of deaths, it's hard not to be.

I want to look forward to my little pups, but in the back of my mind is the feeling of dread that I'll once again wake up a different person having to find myself again. And I'll have my little babies running about not knowing of them or where they are.

They'll be some where, playing, learning how to read, going to school, falling in love for the first time... and I won't be there to see any of it.

"Love," my mates arms wrap around my waist from behind. "You're getting lost again, come back to me." He murmurs into my neck.

There's a quiet pause before I lowly say, "I think you may have to come and find me," we lightly sway back in fourth. I continue to stare out of the large window as Hero enjoys himself rubbing his cheek against my shoulder, feeling the sparks.

"You're so damn addicting, we've been together since the start of time yet I get more obsessed with you each minute." His voice grows deeper as his wolf takes over. Hardins hands reach to loosen the robe I'm wearing.

"Mhmm," I hun, feeling the same way about him.

He kisses my neck with a graceful frantic-ness and grips my hips firmly. I want him. But not right now.

I put my hands on his, pushing them away lightly. "I need air," I snap my fingers, disappearing from the room and landing in the middle of a flower field. One that doesn't exist in the realm we were just in. These flowers glow neon blue, like literally glowing and the sky is pitch black with one single star, unlike the sunny day I was just in. And surrounding me is trees after trees, but these aren't green. These glow a dim purple as the realms own version of fire flies, fly around me. I've never been here before... and I didn't mean to come here. I just meant to go outside.

Shakily I stand up and notice I've changed from my white silk robe into a dark purple long sleeve dress that reaches my knees. It looks like something out of Woodstock.

"Hello?" I call out as I spin around, taking in everything around me.

"Walk," a high pitched voice whispers as if it were the wind.

Without thinking, my body starts to move forward, like a rope is tied around my waist pulling me. My bare feet softly pad through the soft grass to the trees that reflect their purple color onto my skin. Whomever is the keeper of this realm sure does love purple.

As I enter the forest I am slightly startled when seeing yellow eyes open on the trees and smiles growing on their faces.

'Beautiful'

'Destiny child'

'Three babies'

'Special babies'

Huh. Trees that are alive. And they talk. Well whisper creepily without their mouths moving.

After minutes of walking, a grand oak tree comes in my eye line. But this isn't any tree. This one holds a door on the front with a window on either side, with warm violet lights pouring out.

I walk up to the door and knock three times. "Hello?" I call out when no one answers. "Um, it's Josephine. The Moon uh Goddess or whatever." As if that were the magic words, the door creaks open revealing a normal looking living room with various trinkets scattered about.. To my left is a spiral staircase and on the furthest wall in front of me is a hallway with purple beaded curtains. "Umm-"

"Oh goodie! You're here finally!" My head snaps to the staircase where a familiar dark skinned woman with a perfectly kept Afro bounces down excitedly. "Oh I missed you!" She throws her arms around me.

Unsure I pat her back. The hug feels good and in the back of my mind I know I've felt it before. "I'm sorry, but do I know you?" I pull back to look into her purple irises.

Suddenly she pulls back, "oops! I forgot!" She puts her hands on my temples and her eyes go completely white.

New York City, 1915

The young blonde walks along the streets of early New York, admiring all the tall buildings and people bustling about. It's a far different place then where she came from. A small no named town down south. Where she was ultimately ran out for being 'different'. With having grown 'too strong for a woman' and 'too fast and witted' the small minded people blamed her abilities on witchcraft and the devil. But In their defense, she was too strong and fast in general. And it was only on her seventeenth birthday when she found out why.

Daisy, the name given to her in this lifetime, gladly left to the big city at only eighteen. Hopes of finding a fulfilling life here coursing through her veins.

"Excuse me ma'am, are you lookin' for work?" A kind looking old man asks her. Despite her true age, not catching the underline meaning in his words.

"Oh, uh yes actually," she smiles softly at him.

His grin grows wide, "that's great! Do you have any factory experience?" The man inches closer to her.

She shakes her head with a slight pout on her lips, "I don't actually, but I do have some farming and clothes making experience."

The mama eyes light up, "that's perfect."

For the next two years Daisy worked day and night making five cents a hour. And in those two years she met a little girl with a dark complexion that glowed in the sunlight and had a obsession for the color purple.

Daisy saved the girl from the owner of the factory owner who liked to beat the girl and touch her in ways a ten year old should never be touched. Precisely, she decapitated the man with her claws. But despite the abuse the little girl faced, she always remained as pure as white, and as grounded as the soil beneath their feet. Her humor was like none other and her cheeky smile made charmed everyone around her.

She took the girl under her wing like a mother hen, and was absolutely shattered when she died at the age of 12 from the flu. After Daisy met Johnathan, she constantly told stories of the girl and visited her grave. A grave that miraculously started sprouting with Daisies.

"Amara!" I gasp opening my eyes.

"Sorry, but I go by Mother Nature now, baby," the cheeky woman grins.

Note from author:

Finally a new chapter! I'm so excited to introduce Amara aka Mother Nature. She's a fun one.

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You know you love me xoxo,
Zoë